Fantasy

You are someone’s fantasy.
With closed eyes, it is you they see
Earnestly, they implore the Stars to bring you to the
Precipice of their heart strings and perform your magnum

Opus, I open my mind’s aperature to focus
On a visage so pure, your image so sure
Impressed upon mental retinae there is surely no cure
For seeing you in my fantasy.

Someone sees you for who you are.
Better yet, they see you for how you were formed;
Forged on a mighty hearth — With all the gems from the mighty earth
Worthless in your presence.

I am breathless in your presence.
I am speechless to your essence.
Convalescent, paralyzed in your Heaven sense,
Heaven sent, my godsend

May god send A love to fulfill your fantasy.

Friend

You taught me love.
Not in the ways I imagined as a young man,
Gazing longfully into your eyes,
But actual love.

You tempered me because I loved you.
I needed to impress you,
Impress upon you the merits of my character,
But you resisted me.

Not just physically, but emotionally,
You sanctioned me to languish and anguish
As to why I didn’t stack up
These feelings wrapped up

And twisted inside my ego’s pride.
I thought I loved you so intensely I wouldn’t hide;
This white hot passion, but
You taught me how to love.

I cannot love anyone else because I’m in love with me.
The still voice inside me told me you could always see.
You taught me ego, pride, and humility.
I love you my friend, for you are the piece of me.